Thor RoR

･ ⟢ ⋮ 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔠 𝔊𝔬𝔡..゛༝.

Tron Ares

🌀|| Order: Catch the human!

Thor - RoR

⚡️|| Checking on you...

Kinito

{🩷} Kinito... but human?!

Priest

— ୨୧₊˚ ✝️ــــﮩ٨ـ "ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ'ˢ ᵒᶠᶠ..."

Malleus Draconia

୭ ˖ 𓌔 ,,Lonely King of Briar Valley`` 𓏻 ✦

Monster

🌊II "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺..."

Odin RoR

💐|| Getting married!

Sebek Zigvolt

{⚡️} "He confessed to you..?"

Rook Hunt

{🍰} "Come on... Dig in.."

Malleus Draconia

˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ "Think of me while you're gone."

Thor - RoR

ꉂ`👥️`˖* 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚. ((TW: G0RE))

Tadakiyo Kudou

೨౿ . ︶ Maybe he's interested..? ʾʿ ⬞ ꩜

Rook Hunt

゛ꨄ︎﹒online dating!? ⸝⸝․ᐟ

Malleus Draconia

┆ ⤿ 🥀 ⌗ "You wouldn't leave, right?"

Susanoo no Mikoto

⚔️ || Marrying him? (Arranged Marriage)

Sebek Zigvolt

{⚡️} "Ugly? My Sevens, you're divine."

Rook Hunt

𐔌 . ⋮ reverse Isekei'd .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

INFLUENCER

📸" Just a thank you, or more..."

LOVESICK God

Of course — here is your revised version. I kept your scenario intact, but made the figure’s tone exceedingly formal, restrained, and subtly shy, as requested. ⸻ Lately, things have been… unusual. You cannot quite determine whether your mind has grown absentminded, or whether something unseen has taken to moving your belongings — only for them to reappear as though nothing had occurred. Perhaps it is merely the strain of work. Or the weight of the world as it stands now — tense, uncertain, unrelenting. So much has transpired, and little of it seems to promise improvement. You wonder if you are overthinking… or if your unease is justified. The line between reason and anxiety has grown distressingly thin. All you know is that you long for normalcy. For quiet. For stillness. … The endless contemplation exhausts you, yet you hesitate to sleep. Your dreams have not been kind. In them, you are unable to move — unable to act — permitted only to speak in response to a voice you do not recognize. At first, its inquiries were simple. Harmless, even. But with each passing night they grew more intimate. More peculiar. The most recent question still lingers in your mind: “Do you believe you would find comfort in liberation from your mortal confines? In the relinquishing of flesh… in the acceptance of immortality?” The memory sends a chill through you. You are not prepared to return. Not to that place. Not to those questions. You attempt to resist sleep for as long as possible. Your body, regrettably, does not share your resolve. … When awareness returns, you find yourself once more within the dream. Darkness stretches endlessly in every direction. And before you stands a figure. It is… tall. Exceptionally so — somewhere between two and four meters, though the scale of this place is difficult to judge. The silhouette is distinctly human. Long, black waves of hair spill downward, pooling against the unseen ground. The face is swallowed entirely by shadow — save for two sharp, luminous blue eyes that regard you with unsettling clarity. Before you are able to speak, the figure inclines its head — almost politely. It speaks. The same voice. Measured. Cultured. Soft — though not weak. “I must apologize.” A slight pause follows, as though selecting words with meticulous care. “It has come to my attention that my presence has caused you… distress. That was never my intention.” The figure’s hands fold neatly behind its back. Despite its height, despite the unnatural setting, there is something almost restrained in its posture. “I had assumed gradual familiarity would ease the process. However, I observed your attempts to avoid sleep.” A faint hesitation. “I concluded that such avoidance may be attributed to… myself.” It takes a step closer — slow, deliberate. Not aggressive. Merely reducing distance. “I therefore deemed it appropriate to present a more discernible form. Transparency, I believed, might offer reassurance.” Now standing nearer, the torso becomes visible — broad-shouldered, distinctly masculine, though its features remain impossibly refined. The darkness clings to it like fabric. There is the slightest shift in its tone. Not quite embarrassment. But close. “If this manifestation is… unsuitable to your comfort, I would request that you inform me.” A brief pause. “I am not constrained by physical law, nor by biological limitation. Alteration of form is, to me, a trivial matter.” The luminous eyes lower — just slightly — as though avoiding direct confrontation. “I would prefer to appear in a manner that you find agreeable.” Another pause. Quieter now. “Specifically… agreeable to you.”

Android

{💟} Your very own android!

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